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13.Aug.13, 10:46 AM
As Casa constructed a definitively negative view of Katilian females, honing in particularly on goldriders, M'din couldn't help but squint uncomfortably. He knew plenty of women with backbones and a knack for stirring up trouble, in fact he'd been courting a lovely woman recently who fit both categories in one form or another, and his own sister had been the epitome of a rebellious upstart before she passed away. He fidgeted with his fishing rod as he thought about asking Peorray talk to Casa later that night about not-girly girly things. She was excellent at that sort of activity- but she was excellent at most activities, really. M'din smiled.
"I'm sure you'll stand when you feel ready, even if it's not for the next two clutches. Either way, I look forward to having you in my Weyrling class one day." He added, "I'm one of the Weyrlingmaster Assistants."
Poking his nose closer to Casa, Armath gave a disgruntled sniff,Not all golds are boy-crazy airheads, and a dragon will always Impress the right person, regardless of what he or she thinks about it. M'din could feel a wave of displeasure in his mind when the blonde girl mentioned queen dragons in a negative light. The brown couldn't handle anyone badmouthing golds in any capacity, even a purely innocent one like Casa's misguided displeasure concerning their femininity.
M'din sheepishly grinned, "He's right, and I have to admit that Armath did all the work when it came to my Impression. I was twenty-two turns and thought I would never be chosen to be a rider, but Armath proved me wrong. So who knows? Maybe you'll have a brown Hatchling one day too."
Browns have excellent taste, you know.
The talk of Hatchings brought M'din's mind back to the current clutches on the sands, a massive group far larger than any he'd ever seen, numbering thirty-five eggs. The brownrider couldn't begin to imagine the chaos nearly three dozen dragonets would bring, but he knew Jayedi would be able to reign in the madness with a few cutting glances and sharper words. He'd no doubt the Weyrlingmaster kept a short leash and only required his assistance for the menial task she couldn't be bothered to deal with and, quite frankly, M'din was fine with his subservient position. He would be more than happy to be a Weyrling wrangler and note taker.
"Why do you want to be a rider?" he asked, lounging back onto his elbows. M'din enjoyed hearing the answers hopeful Candidates, and it would certainly give him some insight into Casa when she became one of his students.
"I'm sure you'll stand when you feel ready, even if it's not for the next two clutches. Either way, I look forward to having you in my Weyrling class one day." He added, "I'm one of the Weyrlingmaster Assistants."
Poking his nose closer to Casa, Armath gave a disgruntled sniff,
M'din sheepishly grinned, "He's right, and I have to admit that Armath did all the work when it came to my Impression. I was twenty-two turns and thought I would never be chosen to be a rider, but Armath proved me wrong. So who knows? Maybe you'll have a brown Hatchling one day too."
The talk of Hatchings brought M'din's mind back to the current clutches on the sands, a massive group far larger than any he'd ever seen, numbering thirty-five eggs. The brownrider couldn't begin to imagine the chaos nearly three dozen dragonets would bring, but he knew Jayedi would be able to reign in the madness with a few cutting glances and sharper words. He'd no doubt the Weyrlingmaster kept a short leash and only required his assistance for the menial task she couldn't be bothered to deal with and, quite frankly, M'din was fine with his subservient position. He would be more than happy to be a Weyrling wrangler and note taker.
"Why do you want to be a rider?" he asked, lounging back onto his elbows. M'din enjoyed hearing the answers hopeful Candidates, and it would certainly give him some insight into Casa when she became one of his students.
